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This Skin is Stained

It was gradual, the relaxation. The trust and the transfer of power had been given the moment he'd taken to his knees, embracing the belief that this woman, that his friend would take charge and deliver something they both needed without having any real idea of what that was himself. He believed in her, in Danica. What Daniel was still working on since then was the relaxation. There was little doubt that this was his first time giving in to another's dominant whims, with any thoughts on the subject only ever being entertained in a fleeting sense at most.

Yet, God, did she know how to soothe him.

He breathed as she spoke. The blush was going to be ever-present until long past this all being over, that much he'd already had to come to peace with, but as she spoke his heart rate began to slow, calming. His eyes were closed. His lips had come together. Danny was breathing calmly through his nose as he listened, digesting as much of her insightful words as he could. When the touch up his back came, tender and feminine, delicate yet reassuring, his lips parted in a small, silent gasp. They closed soon after, and though she wouldn't see it, the tiniest of smiles glimmered at their ends. He wanted to lean back into her touch, he thought, but he immediately knew better of it. Danny would be her good boy as much as he was able. Right now, she needed to punish him.

Though he did suspend belief for a moment that maybe a punishment would not come. She was comforting him again, and the kiss to his shoulder was the icing on that reassuring cake. Even in its simplicity, things like that were what he needed. When she removed herself from him he didn't think much of it beyond her being in control here, figuring she was just pondering something or other. In that way, when the spank did come, open-palmed upon bare skin, he let out a quick, sharp gasp, and his back and backside reactively flexed together.

"...I-I'm sorry," he managed after a moment, it being the first thing that came to his mind to say. Danny's fingers curled around the edge of the counter while his backside and back remained in that position, both bare, both clenched and prepared to be hit. "I'll try to be better, Miss Danica." So this was submitting. He wasn't sure if the tingle in his veins or the wetness coating his arousal's tip should really be there, but they were. Breathing, "I trust you. I promise."
 
"I know you do. And you will do better. Remember, this isn't about being sorry, this is about allowing your hesitation to get in the way of your need and letting me fulfill your need. And I know you trust me, if you didn't, we wouldn't be like this already."

The last part she murmured more to herself than to him. But she could tell that getting spanked was turning him on as well as making him humble. It was a part of the submission process: to associate disappointment with punishment and a spanking usually symbolized that. For some, it needed to be extreme - for others, well, they just liked getting a spanking and did whatever they could to earn one. It wasn't the case here, but for some it was. Yet she did admit to herself that she liked the feel of his ass under her palm and the way it was going to be red and sore after she was done. It wasn't long before she spanked him again without warning, open palm hitting his bare ass hard but never too hard. She liked the sound it made as their skin collided in such a manner. Soon, several more spankings followed suit, each one a little rougher than the last - but never too much for him to bear. His ass displayed her hand prints after a time and she smiled at the markings before she finally stopped the punishment.

"Show me to your bedroom."

She ordered, voice soft and lust-laced. She knew he would need comforting after his punishment and that would be where she would start. She didn't touch him yet, but soon she would and reassure him that he was her good boy. They just needed to get into the bedroom first and put the belt in her hand to good use.
 
He knew each thing she said, that they wouldn't be doing this if he didn't trust her, and that she'd obviously know he trusts her because of it. He knew he needed to not hesitate and trust her expertise - to jump when told to jump, to bark when told to bark. Or, did he? It seemed obvious when he heard her voice it out loud. Most things seemed obvious when voiced. A moment later he wasn't sure, but really, he didn't need to be; Danica's words were another step in reassuring him, and that's what mattered.

The relaxation that thought brought to his body was quickly regretted. He could tell she wasn't going full force, but that didn't mean the larger man didn't find a wince when her bare, slender hand crashed against his muscled cheek, molding to its curve a moment before returning to the air. The first one quickly brought him back to a clenched stance, ready for more, complete with a swift hitch in his breath. Then another came. Danny winced, this time in preparation of the blow.

He was...being spanked. Right now. He was literally in the middle of being spanked, a grown many by a grown woman. Butterflies gathered and swarmed within his chest. He wasn't sure what to think, what to feel, but they were there. His heart raced. His breaths were quick and short, each hitching firmly following the open-palmed spank that brought it, in preparation for the next. What confused him most of all was the cold feel of the air against his precum-coated tip, and how yet despite it Daniel remained fully erect throughout his punishment. The dirty blonde wanted to whimper. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to go back to hugging her thigh, and her lower back, and nuzzling her belly. Those were all things he could understand. But, it wasn't his decision. He'd been lucky to have been allowed that much, at the time, Daniel realized now. All he could do was grip his fingers around the edge of the counter where he prepared his breakfast every morning, chew on the inside of his lip and ready himself for the next feel of those soft-skinned fingers punishing his disobedient ass.

But then she stopped. The next order was a thought he could allow himself to find slight pause at for the sake of curious wonder, especially considering the tone, as well as the secondary feeling in his mind of confliction at what seemed to be the end of the spanking. It would have been easy to, but this was all brought about by his hesitance, he knew. Daniel pushed off the counter as soon as his mind registered it this time. There was a wince when the muscles of his backside went to use with his steps, but it was brief, his mind set on trying to be obedient now. He would be her good boy. "Yes, Ma'am," with a turn, and a palm reaching down to slip into hers.

Was that allowed? Again he realized he maybe shouldn't have, but it was a full second after his fingers gently wrapped around the back of his new mistress' palm. Ironically, he also thought, this was probably the same palm that had just... God, he shivered. No thinking. No thinking, right? Just leading. He walked with her from the kitchen, leaving the clothes, the plates, and any chance of returning to normalcy behind. Outside the kitchen was a softly carpeted floor. To the right was an armchair they passed by with both of his cats sitting on it, one on the left arm and one on the seat - they seemed amusingly uninterested in all of this. He led her through the hallway, a lightly textured beige wallpaper on the walls. He led her through the open wooden door of his bedroom. He led his newfound mistress into his bedroom, cheeks stained red, glistening cockhead bobbing awkwardly with every step, threatening to begin to drip.

The room was on the simpler side, though in the way that it denoted it was a man's from first glance. The carpet was soft, deep, and of a deep blue. The walls were blue as well, and though deep, not quite as deep of a shade. The queen-sized bed was unmade, its rich brown blanket bunched up on one side to reveal the simple white sheet covering the mattress and the two pillows he used were bent from the way he'd been sleeping last. There was a wooden headboard at the top, nothing too fancy but its darker, richer wood tone matched the two endtables and sizeable dresser, which had a flatscreen sitting atop it. To the far side of the room was a sliding closet open about a quarter of the way and a wide window with the shades drawn. The wall directly across from his bed was bare. For a guy's room it was actually not that messy. There was a pile of disheveled papers atop the dresser, a phone charger, police baton and a few cough drops on one of the nightstands, a few just wrappers, a few unused, and just a few pieces of clothing sitting on the carpet in front of the closet.

Daniel's thumb traced softly upon the back of Danica's palm - of Miss Danica's palm. The door open, the two of them now inside, he would wait like that, breaths slow and measured, face ever-red, and butterflies floating about as he waited for his next subby order.
 
She watched the emotion display across his face as he contemplated her order and her tone of voice. He needed reassurance in a big way, but he would get it once they were in the bedroom. Right now, she needed to keep him within his current head space. She didn't want to control his life or anything, but right now, she had the control and had to maintain it. It wasn't easy when she wanted to...to what? Touch him like a normal woman? She wasn't normal and never had been. This was just the way it was. If she started to let her doubts drift in, she could fuck up and end up hurting him. She couldn't do that. When he took her hand, she was a little surprised, but she liked the weight of it in her own. She didn't have big hands, but he did. His hand swamped her own, but she found herself being grounded because of it. It gave her her own reassurance and so she said nothing about it.

As they were led out of the kitchen, she found herself looking at everything. She already thought of ways to use his furniture for play and punishment, finding the thoughts arousing on a different level. She wanted to know what he was thinking, too. She would ask once they were in that room. Many things were going to happen in that room and she was going to turn him inside out. She knew he wasn't a complete submissive, just like she wasn't a complete Domme, but right now, those were the roles they had. She wouldn't let him down. She couldn't.

Once inside the bedroom, she noted how it was disheveled but on a tolerable level. It wasn't like some of her friends' places where clothes were everywhere along with trash and other things. Besides, the shades of blue were comforting. They were nice and pleasant to her eyes. The bed had most of her attention, however. She didn't order him to make the bed or even take the blankets off, instead, she looked up at him and spoke.

"Tell me what you are thinking and feeling."
 
Wow, now that was a question.

"I'm thinking," he began, and he began the sentence without thinking, ironically enough. He began it right away. That's what he was supposed to do, yeah? No hesitation. A good boy didn't hesitate. ...God, it was so weird to think of himself in that sense. Yet from the moment she uttered the phrase, he just somehow knew it was what he'd wanted to be. "I'm thinking," he restated himself, having unintentionally found a brief pause after the first one, "that this is all really, really weird." There was a chuckle with that. His head tilted down, just a bit, and his eyes wrinkled closed, but none of this was in a bad way. He actually squeezed her hand a bit, continuing to hold it as he voiced his thoughts. "But I'm enjoying it. I...don't really know why. I don't really understand it all yet, is what I'm mainly thinking. But I'm also thinking that I can come to understand it later, with time. Like, right now...right now I'm just fine being your 'good boy.'" Lord, did he shiver then, cheeks ever-blushing. "I want your approval. I want to do whatever it is you want. I don't really...I don't know what someone in my position is supposed to do, so I feel lost. But I'll do whatever you tell me, and if I try hard enough, maybe I'll earn your approval."

The words weren't bearing the normal confidence that the officer's everyday life had instilled in him, no. Rather, it was a very soft, exposed tone that he spoke to her with. Every last word flowed to his lips directly from his mind; he was listening to himself and digesting them for the first time in the same way that she was.

"What do I feel?" Daniel repeated the question, letting it linger, buying himself a second to really consider the word. "I don't know. Did I cover that with my thoughts? ...I'm really confused. But, it's not in a bad way." He squeezed his larger fingers over the back of her smaller, tracing his thumb within the contour of her palm. It was such a simple, tender touch, and that was the beauty of it; simple affection juxtaposed with all this talk of submission and of domination. "Like, I don't know what to think, but I know I can trust you, and I think that's enough. I'm curious about what's going to happen next. I'm not nervous about it - not what- not whatever it is you want to do, I mean. But I am nervous about wanting to do a good job for you." Each breath was coming soft, slow and deep. "I...like it when you call me that. You know. It makes me feel good for some reason, like I'm something special to you." Something special to someone, he thought. "Is this the part where you whip me? Or where I beg?" He chuckled a little more. "I don't know. You see that stuff in movies sometimes, right? That's really all I know about it. So I don't know if I'm supposed to be doing something right now instead of just talking. Should I be leaning against something again? Should I be telling you how beautiful you are? Should I be begging?" His lips upturned into a smirk.

"I don't know. I just want to be your 'good boy,' Da- ...Miss Danica. I want to be your good boy. I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling or thinking, but if you tell me to feel or think a certain way I promise I'll try." The hand squeezed around hers just a tiny bit more. The toes on his far foot curled into themselves a little, into the carpet, but maybe that wouldn't be noticed. Luck was sometimes like that. The chewing he'd started doing on one side of his mouth, too. "I just want to be your good boy. Until I learn what else I'm supposed to be doing, maybe..that's something I can hold on to."
 
She digested it all, not berating him for his hesitation. After all, it was a lot to take in and then speak about. She stayed standing next to him, noting the way he squeezed her hand or the way he spoke slowly and unsure of himself. It was a nice change, she thought. But she wanted him confident again, at peace with having a submissive streak that she could tap into and give him what he needed. It was more than that, though. She wanted them to heal in their own way. It wasn't going to happen after this one session. It would take a lot more than that, but perhaps they could. Now, when did she become such a fucking optimist? She was tired, that's probably why. She was getting tired of all of it. Yet, she knew that she would go back to it or some semblance of it. That's just how she was. She was a creature of routine- everyone was in some way. Yet here she felt like she might be able to change somehow. Maybe not a lot, hell, probably only a little, but maybe it would be just enough.

"I'm not going to make you beg. Yet."

She murmured, grinning at him as she looked at him. It was a very predatory smile meant to twist him up inside. She wanted to keep him on his toes, turned on, and needing everything. She wanted to put a collar on him, she realized. Yet she knew it was stupid to think in such a manner. They were just getting started with him handling his submissive streak. There was no way he could handle the responsibility that came with a collar. Erasing the thought, she listened to him go on, hoping it was therapeutic. She felt his hand in hers, light yet heavy, and didn't want to let go. How odd it was. Danica almost felt little next to him. Taking a breath once he was done talking, she soon spoke.

"I can't make you feel anything other than hope that what I'm doing is what you need based on body cues and sounds you make. If you feel something is uncomfortable and wrong, we talk about it. We work it out. That's how this works. I can't force you into something you don't like or can't handle. I only give you what you can handle. What I know you can handle and take in stride. That's how you're a good boy."

She gave him a faint smile then, just a quick one to reassure him that it was going to be all right. She wasn't sure exactly how to proceed but soon enough she was tugging him towards the bed and gently pushing him back onto it. Looking down at him, still holding the belt, she found herself finding her center once more. This big man was giving her a lot and she felt necessary in that moment. She wouldn't let him be disappointed. She couldn't.

"Lay down all the way on the bed and put your arms above your head. Lace your fingers together."

She ordered, never taking her eyes off his face.
 
She wasn't going to make him beg, she'd said...not yet. That was enough right there to make his body both calm and race at the same time, uncertain how to respond other than to be excited. By her. By this. By all of it.

God, they weren't even doing anything yet.

As fresh as the spanks in the kitchen still were on his body, it was also like that moment didn't exist, in a way. At the very least nothing outside of this apartment existed right then, but in a more immediate sense, nothing outside this room existed. It was just them, the bed, and whatever she wanted. He listened as she talked. He moved as she guided him, first to the edge of the bed, then a release of their hands as she urged him onto it. Daniel moved as he was guided, nervously but unhesitating. When he sat on the edge of the bed, naked and exposed, his length was more prominent than it had been since...well, since he'd removed his pants. Fully erect, sticking straight up, the glisten of the pre-cum that coated the entirety of its head was like a window into how much he was enjoying this, even if he only half-understood it all himself.

He found himself staring at her body. At her chest. At her belly. At her hips. At her chest again. Clothes were overrated. Would he have to beg to see her? Would she take something off, anything really, if he asked nice enough? Danny wondered that as he sat there, vulnerable himself, but simply breathing, making no move to cover anything. Then when her request came to move up and lay out on the bed he did so, sliding back on his hands with bent knees. He slid all the way until he was sitting at the very center and leaned back with his shoulders and head laying out on the pillows. The modest amount of muscles in his chest flexed together naturally as his arms raised, as bidden, sticking straight up above his head, palms clasped and fingers laced together. This was an odd position, one that had him wondering what exactly she had in mind, but he couldn't be any more exposed than he was now, right? That hard-on still sat upright even though he laid back, sitting up at full attention. Lord, it was embarrassing. But this was all part of the trust.

Danny's eyes returned to hers, then, unsure but willing. They were curious, ready to play out what she had in mind as obediently as a good boy could.
 
Once he was laid out on the bed, she found herself keeping her breath quiet so as not to disturb the image she had. All muscle, bone, and flesh was hers to command and all belonging to a man who could put her in handcuffs and haul her back to jail if he so wanted. He could ruin her life if he wanted by telling of her secret. But she knew he wouldn't, especially with the power she had over him in this very moment. Danika was soon moving herself up onto the bed, straddling his waist and leaning over him, just to tease him the slightest bit, but to show that she was on top and it didn't matter if he wanted to stop right now. Figuratively and literally. Placing her hands over his to keep them in place, she soon moved one to loop the belt under his wrists. With a few tugs and wraparounds, she secured the belt around his wrists with a small knot. He could loosen it if it was too tight or if he felt too restrained by it.

Looking down at his flushed face and naked form, she found herself grinning in the slightest. He looked so serious and confused that she couldn't help but grin. It wasn't meant to be so serious that he was twisting himself into knots just thinking about it. It was supposed to be fun, exciting, and she knew it would be nerve-wracking. The look he was giving her was curiosity mixed with hesitation, yet he didn't speak or try to tell her that he didn't like it or was too afraid to continue. She'd barely done anything but he was taking all of it in stride and without complaint. Hopefully, he would soon learn what it mean to reach the peak of pleasure in a world of bindings and commands.

She hadn't kissed him yet, having ignored that particular area to keep him on his toes, to keep emotional connection out of the way until now. They already had an emotional connection, but kissing was so personal, so much more intimate than she realized until Rafe had died. It was hard to kiss anyone and not feel the wound. But she wouldn't let it cloud her mind or stop her from fulfilling his needs. She could keep herself detached, hold herself back, and just focus on him and his pleasure. She hoped it would work. She hoped he wouldn't notice. One hand gripped him under the chin and turned his head carefully, not so much as a yank but a definite movement of control. She pressed her lips to his neck, soft and taunting at first, just to see what kind of noise he might make. She hoped for a gasp or some other little noise of surprise and arousal.
 
Thump.

Thump Thump.

God, it was beating so hard. He could feel it in his chest. He could hear it in his head. As Danika approached the bed, he laying there aroused and exposed, Daniel felt...excitement. Nervousness, yeah. Uncertainty, but any time his mind would drift toward that it was quickly reined in by a feeling of trust. He was exposed, but through that trust he was strangely okay with exposing himself like this to her, to his Miss Danika. There was adrenaline. There was excitement. He watched with bated breath and a childlike, open-eyed stare as she climbed up onto the bed, settling herself into a straddle atop his waist. Whatever saliva had been in Danny's mouth was quietly swallowed as she hovered over him, the crotch of her pants so barely not touching his glistening need while his newfound mistress secured his wrists with the belt. ...And then there were her breasts to think about, those gorgeous-looking curves dangling so near in front of him while she was leaning over like that. In a bout of irony, he would've loved to cup them right then in his palms.

It kept racing, his heart, with staring all he could right now do. Staring and thought. Her breasts. Her crotch. Her thighs. Her belly. There was hair somewhere too, really nice hair from what he remembered, but every time Danny's eyes flickered up they were distracted by the two lovely, prominent mounds. Then he felt her shift atop him following having finished the restraint, something which pulled him from his train of thoughts, and then he felt Miss Danika's hand, and then her lips, something which immediately had him boarding another. "Mm-...nnnhh," he exhaled, immediately tilting his head, giving in to the desired position, excitement pumping through in a rush from the kiss. He wasn't about to stop at the noise though. Daniel's back quickly found a slight arch beneath her. His hips gave an upward roll, brushing, touching. His hands gripped into themselves and tugged some against their fresh bond. All of him squirmed, each part in its own way.

"More...?" It came in a gentle tone, his voice, as pleading as the word could be. Daniel's head tilted as best it could without removing his chin from her touch. His eyes stared at the side of her head, at her hair, specifically at an ear and the hair behind it. It was the best view he could get without moving from her touch. "Please," was added a moment later, followed by a slow breath. "God, anything...anything, more."
 
"Mm, you're like a love-starved kitten..." Danika murmured with a smirk, loving the way his body had responded so readily to her touch, as if it had been hours since she had done so instead of just a few minutes. It was intoxicating to feel his body move and try to get more of her to touch him. To hear the sounds he had made and the pleading beautiful tone. It was like music to her ears. And she definitely wanted to hear more of those sounds. And he had asked so very nicely. Her lips soon trailed small kisses down his neck, still holding his chin up so she could have as much access as she wanted to his skin. His skin was very soft beneath her lips and she soon found her tongue and teeth tasting and nipping it. He did taste sweet and she shivered a little. He could be addictive, she thought, but quickly erased it with a hard mental shove. This wasn't about her. It was just about him.

"Tell me what you want, Daniel," she said, murmuring the words against his collarbone as she moved her way across his shoulders. Her tongue soon teased the little hollow dip in his throat before touching upon his adam's apple gently. She didn't stop though, knowing that if he didn't answer her she would then stop to enforce her rules. Hesitation wasn't an option. She moved his head to lean the opposite way so she could make her way up the other side of his neck, almost like a show of possession before she nipped his earlobe and tugged on it with her teeth, breath at his ear before she murmured.

"You're just waiting for me to take you, to be used like a toy."
 
So he was love-starved. So what? He was ready and willing to appreciate what she would give him, and as this awkward morning continued on, Daniel found that willingness to have grown rapidly by the second, leading up to now, here in the bedroom, where it was complete. "Mm-hhh," he exhaled, shifting beneath her on the bed. The kisses upon his neck had his heart pounding. The licks, and then the nibbles had his face so unbearably red... It was so rare that a woman was so open, so wanting, so willing to take rather than lay there and receive. This show of want toward him...when Miss Danika asked him her question there was no hesitation in his mind. Daniel spoke, like a kid in a candy store, inspired with his own litany of cravings.

"I want you," he began, spoken through a husky breath. "I want your pussy. I want it around me. I want to cum deep inside it. All these years...God, Danika...I want to feel it so much..." Where she didn't touch him his body squirmed beneath her, his hips raising up to press the bulbous, glistening tip of his dick against the crotch of her pants, his ankles and toes twisting and curling from the awkwardness of needing to grab her, to take her, to sate himself, yet being unable to do a thing about it, but where she did touch him he was hers to mold. Daniel's face remained still, held at the chin. His throat expanded and fell with heavy, excited breaths as her loving nibbles and explorative tongue took her across the vulnerable skin that was his throat, and to the other side, all of it eliciting delightful, slight shivers. "I want your mouth," he continued, his words soft, "and I want your ass. And I want to suck on your tits. And I want you to sit on my face, and make me eat you. I want to have to lick you over and over. And...and I don't even know. I just want anything I can think of. ...I just want everything."

He didn't hesitate through any of it, until it came to the end. The words Danika had murmured against his ear had Daniel pause for thought. "I...want to be a favorite toy," he finally spoke, head still held in place by those slender fingers. "Not just any toy. Not just something you collect. I want to be the really special kind." Danny breathed for a few seconds, spending them staring at the head of hair with its face tucked at his neck's side. "Is...is that sort of desire okay?"
 
"Lay still," she commanded in a soft but stern tone. His movements were distracting her and she wanted to be sure she still maintained control. Especially after all those things he started to say without hesitation. At least she was now making progress with him. Usually, it took a little bit more, but he was very quick to just divulge all of the information that she had wanted for him to say. She could feel herself get wetter and more aroused by his words which wasn't help with his squirming and rubbing his dick against her crotch. She wanted to just fuck him, but she couldn't. Not yet. She had to build it up and make him beg for it. Danika moved a hand down his body and stroked his cock with light teasing strokes, feeling how rock-hard he was. She gave him a pleased sound, moaning in his ear.

"You can be my special toy, if you can stay a good boy for me," she said, meaning it. It was a bit scary to say, almost like a commitment she wasn't sure she could handle, but part of it was fine with it. It settled in her mind that she would go to him to get the kind of satisfaction she needed and craved. She had said she would try to stop the drugs, and she meant it, even if he had to regulate her doses. She wondered how much of this was real. It seemed like she was still back in her apartment on another trip. But here she was, with Daniel, her dead fiancee's best friend. She felt that well of anger start to swell up but she closed it down and shut it off. She wouldn't allow herself to get angry or violent. It wasn't what this was about. It wasn't about violence: It was about toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

But soon she pulled away from him completely. She moved off the bed and found a tie of his. Looking him over, she grinned a little bit before moving back towards him, snapping the tie to straighten it out before she placed it over his eyes and tied it behind his head. She didn't have to tell him that it was going to blind him. She made sure it was tight but not too tight and then feathered her fingers over his lips, teasing him with the sensation of it. His lips were soft and plump, just begging for a kiss. She wondered if she should give him a kiss. With a smirk, Danika gripped his chin and bent over him, letting him feel her breasts against his chest.

"Does my good boy want a kiss?"
 
Lay still. Lay still. He could do that. Could he do that? What a cruel, cruel command. Daniel took a breath when she said it and immediately stopped the upward grinding of his body. Instantly he missed the physical connection, even if it was guarded by her pants, even if it was an embarrassing thing to so submissively crave. But to hell with pride; he needed her, already admitting it with words. He thought to voice a complaint, he thought maybe if he asked nicely Miss would let him, but then she started touching him - when he realized where the hand dancing down his chest was going, that thought was gone, and the heat he felt a moment ago was instantly put to shame.

The moment he felt those slender, feminine fingers stroke him so light, so utterly teasing, he shuddered. "I'll be your good boy," he excitedly promised with a soft voice, promising it again for the nth time that morning. "I'll be your very good boy," he assured, not even really understanding what being her 'special toy' meant. Did that mean exclusivity? Did it mean he was just going to be a favorite? Would there be real feelings between them? Would he be privileged, allowed to do things to her, with her, or have things done to him that she did with no other? It was all so new to him. So new. But again, just as he was amidst wonderment, again Danika's actions stole Daniel from those thoughts, delivering him to others; she was up, off of him, off of the bed, Daniel's whole body immediately disappointed from losing the closeness.

He watched her as she rose up and went looking through his drawers for a tie. ...Wait, was he allowed to watch? Too late now, right? Daniel did remain laying there, but his head and upper body moved just a bit so he could watch the buxom red move about his bedroom, eyeing up her body when she faced away or to the side, looking straight into her intoxicating gaze when she faced back to him. Novice to BDSM or no, the purpose of the tie was clear enough, and the thought of being unable to either stop or even see anything she wanted to do sent yet another in the wave of thrilled chills coursing throughout his form. Somewhere in his mind he wondered if he would be allowed to retain the ability to speak or not. Somewhere in his mind he wondered that, but even his thoughts were vulnerable to his mistress' control - with the brush of her breasts dangling down against his chest, Daniel's body gave yet another shiver, his hands having to squeeze together to stop his chest from arching right up into her.

He was going to be a good boy for her. Her good boy. He promised. He promised.

"Yes," he breathed quickly, the expression on his face quickly changing to a childlike sort of excitement to match the feeling. "May I have one? Please?"
 
"Being my special toy means that I'll use you however I want and fulfill my needs using your body. However, it also means that I'll fulfill your needs. So in a sense, it would be exclusive. And...I won't turn tricks anymore.." She said the last line very softly, almost to herself. It was a lot to just suddenly decide, but she'd thought about it for awhile and maybe ending up in jail with this man staring her down was enough to get her to finally just settle on the decision. She never would admit such a thing - that he had had some influence over her decision. But one thing stuck in her mind: What would Rafe say if he had seen her last night? He would have been disgusted with what she'd done with herself. Shaking those thoughts away, she looked down at Daniel, at his begging posture and listened to his needy pleas. He craved it like he'd never been kissed before, that much Danika could tell and it made her shiver in excitement. What kind of kiss would he give? The thought tempted her more than it should have.

"You'll get a kiss...for being so good," she murmured before she adjusted her posture and pressed her lips against his. She couldn't suppress the sigh that escaped her as she kissed him. The softness of his lips, the plumpness was enough to drive her crazy. Her tongue traced along his lips while one of her hands slide into his hair and tugged, wanting to add a little pain to his pleasure. She wondered if it would ramp him up or just make him want her to be more gentle. He was a big boy, he could handle a little bit of pain with his pleasure. Yet she couldn't stop thinking about how soft and lovely his lips felt against her own. When was the last time she had kissed anyone? It'd been a long time and her body felt a small jolt of pleasure from it.
 
Each sentence held a lot to think about, each carrying a certain weight to it. First there was the mention of her needs. Daniel didn't think of her as 'some whore,' even if she was one, but he did think of her as a woman with a bit of experience, and from that he quickly wondered what sort of needs a vixen like her commonly craved. Then, second, she mentioned his needs, and there was a sense of gratefulness that replaced the thoughts of the first sentence. But then, what were his needs? Did he 'need' it daily, as a man? Was it simply a 'want' that she would tease him with? More than that, what sort of needs would she awaken within him, what sort of kinks would he crave that he didn't even know of yet? Already he felt one of his needs was to hear her call him her good boy, a special something between them, again and again. That was a need, right? She continued. She continued speaking, promising herself to him exclusively...promising she was done hooking. No more streets. No more clients. Just him. Just her and him.

Daniel opened his lips to speak, but then he felt a kiss. She was kissing him - he'd almost forgot! Oh, God, it was so much sweeter following her promise~ "Mmh," he moaned a little into the kiss, feeling her soft, pink lips pressing so shylessly against his. She tasted like a peach - firm yet soft at the same time, and surely full of saliva he immediately craved to taste as if it were a nectar. He leaned up into the kiss, tilting his head a bit to a side. ...Was he allowed to meet her like this? Fuck it. He felt her tongue and the instinct of his body saw his lips part, bringing her tongue into his mouth, sliding his excited pinkish muscle into hers. "Mmnhh," he happily moaned, fingers each gripping the other hand firmly, elbows coming to a slight bend when his chest raised, pressing itself up against her cascading bosom. ...Was this alright? Oh, God, he hoped. If not, fuck it. He wanted to be a good boy, he did, but he needed to hold her right now. His body wanted to wrap its arms around and just hold her close, kissing over and over, but he couldn't.

She'd promised to be just his. She'd said he would be very special to her. One good, passionate kiss. He was willing to spend all day making it up to his new mistress if he had to; if he didn't, then who knew how she'd respond.
 
She couldn't help but lean more into the kiss, stroking her fingers through his hair. She could feel him lean into it, trying to reach her but unable to do more than just feel whatever she let him feel. One hand moved over his chest and down his body, moving to stroke his straining cock again. She liked the heavy feel of it in her hand, the way it throbbed and twitched in her grasp. As she stroked him, her tongue twined with his, teasing and retreating, liking the little sounds he made as if she was a tasty treat he'd been dying to sink into. She was almost tempted to remove the bonds that tied his wrists, but they needed to stay there and then - with aftercare- she'd let him kiss and snuggle her all he wanted to feel that wonderful comforting feeling. She wanted to take care of him after. It was a weird feeling to have. However, she didn't dwell on it for too long as she kissed him and touched him, caressing his body.

Soon though, she pulled away from the kiss, almost sad to stop it yet didn't let herself dwell on it. She had to go through will all she had planned and so she nipped his ear without a word and soon slid down his body. She placed kisses and nips along his skin, teasing his nipples a moment before moving down until she was at his waistline. She nipped his hips before looking up at him for his reaction, knowing that the anticipation would start getting to him. With a smirk, she grasped his thick, hard member and licked the swollen head, tasting the precum leaking from it. She didn't mind the taste and soon put just the head in her mouth and sucked a bit before popping it back out to tell him:

"You'll only come when I say so."
 
Mmm...mmmnn...she wasn't pulling away. She wasn't. She was kissing back! Daniel's tongue swirled around hers happily. Hungrily. Invigorated by her acceptance. His head continued to tilt as her hand guided him to, never pulling from her hard tugs nor shying away as her fingers glided through. His hair was a thick dirty blonde, very thick, the kind that was simply made with a lover's touch in mind. His strong body leaned and arched as best it could, even if his restraint meant that was not actually very much. The feel of her shirt and her soft breasts as his chest rose into them...the feel of her tongue, of her lips.. So this is what she tasted like. His mind flooded with thoughts, yet Daniel thought of nothing at the same time. Only how she tasted. Only what it was like to kiss her, the feel of her lips, savoring their very first.

"Mmmnnhu," he groaned against her mouth, feeling the hand wrap around his cock again. When their kiss broke he slipped back into a complete lay on the bed, not pushing for more. She'd allowed him that moment, he got a sense of. It would be something for him to savor, the remembrance of, later - for now Daniel's brown eyes were concentrating on the darkness of the tie, trying to imagine with the slight shifts in the mattress how she was moving. Another soft moan came as she stroked him, "Mmmnnnhhn," followed by a quick gasp when her lips reemerged at the edge of his ear. It was a playful, quick little nip, and one that had Danny relaxed and smiling warmly. Being blindfolded was different. This was a very different feeling, and combined with the powerlessness of having his hands tied up, it took an exciting amount of trust he was already wondering if there was a way to give her more of. The tease of his nipple encouraged another gasp, and a surprised, slight twist of his body, but not in a bad way. Then came the nibble at his hip, and Daniel's face very quickly became solemn.

And then the feel of her wet tongue.

He goddamn shivered.

"Uuhhhnnnn," came the pure, unabashed moan. His hairy chest rose with a full, deep breath, chin raising slightly, exposing his throat. "Mmnnh," with the licks that followed. He couldn't see. Couldn't see. All there was to do was to lay his head against the pillows and relax as best he could. When that beautiful, soft mouth wrapped around the head he instantly bit against his lip, hands squeezing into each other within their bond. "Mmnf," he sighed, fidgeting beneath her. God, what he wouldn't do for the freedom to grab her by the head and facefuck her pretty little throat right now... Even the urge to buck up into her was strong, damn near involuntary, but Daniel gave everything he had into resisting that. All he could do was breathe, and squirm, and do everything he could to not think about how hot it would be to have the huge load he could already feel in his sac soon sitting inside this woman's belly instead.

"Yes, Mistress," he managed. "I'll try my best."
 
"Good boy showing such restraint. I think I'll reward you..." She murmured, ghosting her lips over his shaft along with her fingers. Seeing him try to hold back natural reactions to the stimuli was enough to have her grinning from ear to ear. It was a lovely sight to behold, knowing how close he was to just coming from her mere touch. He was a lot of man to handle, but she had him pinned, tied, and blindfolded like he was a boy. It gave her her own little thrill and sense of satisfaction. Soon though, she stopped teasing his cock and wrapped her lips around the head and suckled, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue. For good measure, she gave a small moan, knowing he would feel the vibration as it traveled up his shaft. Slowly- so slowly- she took another inch into her mouth, and then another, slowly taking him all the way into her mouth. It seemed probably like forever to him when he was fully settled in her mouth and she sucked hard. Her tongue licked his skin while her lips allowed just enough suction to bring him the kind of pleasure he craved.

And then she was pulling back, taking him out inch by inch until just the head of his cock was resting against her tongue. Twirling it about the sensitive tip, she soon took him all the way back into his mouth and kept repeating the absolute slowness of it, slowly fucking his cock with her mouth. One of her hands moved to tease his thighs and then grip his sac, squeezing gently to add to it all. She hoped she was doing it right, but she hadn't gotten any complaints besides, "more" or "faster, please!" so she figured that this wouldn't be any different. That her cock-sucking skills would be enough to completely unravel Daniel.
 
He was powerless. It was maddening. Is this what he craved? ...Yet, it was, wasn't it? Strangely it was. This feeling, this unspoken notion that he was still a man, but he need not always be the one to perform; that if he trusted her to, she would guide him to ecstasy, rather than the stereotypical other way around. ...Ngh, why did it have to be so hard? The belt tied firm around his wrists helped 'encourage' Daniel's obedience. His wrists would shift and tug slowly against it, and his hands constantly gripped into themselves, needing to simply grip down on something. His ankles kept shifting. The toes of his right foot grabbed a bit of the bedsheet as the curled, being all he could do to keep himself from misbehaving, from bucking up into her mouth or anything else that might lose him that already cherished nickname that both filled him with a shiver and lit his skin on fire every time it passed her lips.

But oh, he was free to moan.

"Uuuhhhnnnghhh," chin raising up sharply, throat completely exposing to her. The top half of Daniel's strong, hairy chest rose up off the bed, arching, his chest and part of his shoulders, but from his abdomen down he remained on the sheet. His hips shifted a little, but clearly in a way he couldn't help; clearly in a way where a man wanted to remain still, even if he physically could not. "Dani," he mewled her name, involuntarily twitching his hips from the feel of the woman's gentle hum. "Please...please," he pleaded, his breaths coming at a normal enough speed, but notably deeper. "Please," he continued, in a tone so clear that Daniel was unsure what he was even asking for. A gulp of saliva came, then a, "More." A nibble at the edge of his lip. A nibble then just inside it. "Dani... Dani, please... Can I- CanIplease- May I please cum in your mouth?" Another swallow, then another breath, "Or on you. I...I don't know. Mmf. Mmnnh. Down your throat? Or jerk me onto your tits? Wherever you want. Wherever. ...May I?"
 
"You seem to be asking for a lot..." Danika murmured after she popped him from her mouth with a lewd sound, still gripping the shaft with a hand. She kept stroking him at a slow, agonizing pace, watching the way he moved and writhed against her touch- how his hands gripped at air. It was a rather arousing sight watching him fight his own body. Eventually she would be able to push him to lay completely still, but definitely not tonight- not with how everything was. She grinned at him even though he couldn't see it and soon slowed her hand till it simply gripped his aching member. Leaning down, she licked the very tip of his cock in slow, measured movements.

"Where you come is my decision. When you come is my decision. Understood?" She asked, looking at him even though he wouldn't see the look. Her voice was enough to get his attention though. She kept it even, controlled, demanding in a way. She pulled back from him until none of her body touched his own, knowing that the sudden lack of her hands and mouth would make him mewl with upset. She needed to know that he knew she was going to let him come when he needed it the most. She could already feel her mind finally slip fully into the proper head-space she needed to be in to keep this going. She had to stay in control. Would only let herself let go when he was balls deep and only to reach orgasm if she let herself. But this was mostly about him and not about herself. She hoped he wouldn't notice if she didn't get herself off.
 
Everything she did was torment, from the way she popped those dick-sucking lips off his shaft with so lewd a sound, like a girl sucking the saliva off her lolli so it wouldn't dribble down, to the way her hand pumped his shaft, slowly milking him, expertly encouraging however much seed his body could create to well up within his sac. Daniel whimpered now, like some sort of puppy, open, no longer holding the shame to stop himself. He whimpered, he chewed on his lip, his wrists squirmed and his ankles shifted about. Most pathetic of all, he just kept whimpering the name of his new mistress over and over, each time with a slightly altered tone, and each tone telling its own story of need, "P-please...Dani...Dani...D-D...Miss Danika...please...Anything, I need to...I need it s-so bad!..."

But he was trying. This was all so new still, giving his trust to a woman this way, and he was trying to be good. "I," he breathed, face red with blush. Then, in an exhale, "I understand."

Was that a sign to stop pleading? Daniel tried to go quiet after that, to remain patient as she played with him. Laying there tied up like this, there was little else he could do even outside of trying to obey and be a good boy -- her good boy. When she slowed her hand, though, that was terrible. The flicking tongue had been bad too, enough to send his hips into upward twitches, but when Danika took her hand away completely? That was the worst. He was quiet now, trying so hard to be good, but a frown was evident on Daniel's blindfolded face. The warmth of the hand he'd been throbbing inside was now replaced with the feel of cool air. Idly he wondered what she was doing, what she had in mind that didn't involve him, but his more immediate thoughts were on the need for physical contact again.

"Miss," he began, taking a slow swallow. Then a breath. When Daniel spoke now it was a bit more coherent, "Please. Mistress, I- I understand. I understand, Miss Danika. I'll do anything you ask. Please? Touch me again? Your hand...please bring it back? I...I want to kiss you. I want to hug you. I want to cum inside you. I want to cum on you, but you're in charge, okay? Is this what you want? Do I just keep talking like this? ... ... I want to fuck you. I...I want to fucking fuck you," he grunted, blushing strongly. "Ngh. I want to taste those beautiful tits. I want to watch them bounce. I want to play with your ass. I want to pull on your hair. I want...I want anything. I want to cum. I understand. You're in charge. You're in charge of me, I understand. ...Touch me again? ...Please?" It was whimpered, the last part, desperation incarnate.
 
"I know exactly what you want to do to me, Daniel. But you will only be allowed to do those things when I allow it, when you need it to the most is when I'll give you what you need." She said after a time, knowing he was on the very edge. He had pleaded, begged, and whimpered her name in such a way that had her almost blushing - almost. As he voiced all his wants, at least she knew he was making progress. She hadn't really implemented the, 'speak only when spoken to' rule because he was so new to this. But eventually...the next time....Shaking her head, she soon lowered her lips back to his shaft and teased the purpled head with just the tip of her tongue. She knew he wouldn't last long, especially when she teased the sensitive little hole in the center. She didn't touch him with her hands - just her tongue wondering if he would beg her to be able to come or if he would moan that he was going to. The excitement of either made her move her tongue in slow and even strokes, twirling about the slit and around the underside of the head of his cock.

"You'll come when I say so. And when I do, you'll come and not a moment before." It was then that her hands soon joined her mouth, one hand moving to cup and fondle his balls gently while the other stroked his shaft in slow and even strokes. She wanted him to overload. She wanted him to beg and become the sexual animal that she knew he was. Hell, he was already begging and pleading, and groaning with the need to orgasm so badly she was surprised his whole body wasn't purple from the rushing of blood. Yet she kept at it, knowing that he'd soon come. But he had to obey her command or else it might ruin everything.
 
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